“It’s getting harder to get things from home. COR isn’t allowing people to come to and fro more than a few times. Paranoid Nightmare will follow. Makes sense, but most of us came in a rush. So many things to be lost… it’s just not right.” Dante did not like the idea of leaving the world to be overrun with destruction and whatever minds the Nightmare had gained hold of. Rumors came and go at The Fort more so than most places and he rarely let them sink in.
He imagined having wings was a bit frustrating. A broken wing wasn’t just a bone needing healing. It was an attachment to every fiber of the bearers being. He supposed, though, he should feel sorry for the winged ones such as Kirisin and the pixie. They didn’t wake up entombed with earth because the ground engulfed them, or roots encasing their bodies like he had.
“I think by the weekend we might have this place full again. No one seems to know what else to do.” He smiled because it was sort of nice interacting in the ways that they now did that wouldn’t have been permitted months before. Interacting in an open establishment with any sort who dared walk through he door? It was unheard of. It was wonderful. A bit depressing for the reasoning behind it, and rather nasty when things left wet bits of fur laying around – but interesting, a new adventure.